(Car Crash Sound Effect) (Car Alarm Sound effect)YOU IDIOT (Car Door opens then closes, another car door opens then closes)We out. No one saw us right Go, Go, Go! . . Oh Muh GodNobody saw. I mean right nobody saw us. (Sirens sound effect)(Drop Beat) They Comin'. We neva gonna get away wit dis.Aight! Da cops start comin'. I best be start runnin'. Chill!I got in a hit n run but I'm still spittin' son. Countin' time. One, two, three n to da four before da po-lice come knockin' at my mamma's door. Ahh, Your son was involved in a car accident. What they tryna do. Scare her n give her a heart attack. Gettin' Pissed. They're wack. That's one place I ain't ever goin' back to. Down town goin' up a steep hill to turn around. Stop sign so I stopped. Then proceeded to a small-ass parkin' lot. Eight cars. One space at the end. He wanted to drive so I switched wit muh friend. Backin' up but not enough. Cuz there was a van in da way n stuff. I'm sure he coulda' backed up more. But didn't. Was gonna but he stepped on da gas instead of the brake. Hit da car. Started to make, the alarm go off. Didn't hit it hard. Hit it soft. Pushed dat shit bout three feet over. It was like dead silence n we didn't realize that there were other eyes. It didn't get into our heads that da alarm was goin' still. Lucky it weren't a person. It woulda' been a kill. Didn't know there was witnesses now to get through this, writtin' raps, I gotta go do this. I'm Gedutis. Hey. After he was done hitting it I yelled in his face n called `em an idiot. Drove off nervous. I though I was swurvin'. I next found myself at da store buyin' snacks n tryna stack'm in da glove compartment. Came back n da car almost wasn't startin'. N Damn! If it weren't real enough, got some gas n filled it up. Then da kid spilled da nuts. Laughin' wut a clutz. But then back at da school it wasn't cool. First I was chillin' inside. I came back to muh ride. N that's when I got caught. I was terrified n what not. Couple hours after da incident da cops came into it. I seen da cruiser. I wondered if I should loose `em. But then I thought datz more trouble, more on da double. I waited till he came n talked. Then I walked wit a citation. I thought I was gonna get jail time but all I got was probation.

It'z Jail Time. It'z the Real Time. Dis is da real I'll Rhyme.

Yeah

It'z Jail Time. It'z the Real Time. Dis is da real I'll Rhyme.

Funny isn't it. Now who's da fool. Dat shit happened on April first. Hopefully datz da worst. It ain't too cool. I jus hada went n skip skool. I guess I'm down wit what they gave me. It'z all gravy. I knew superman couldn't bravely save me. It ain't dat bad. Right now I ain't dat mad. I jus know I ain't eva gettin' popped up. Ain't gettin' locked up. Maybe happenin' to you. But not to me. Not getting' shot G. So soon they're probly gonna do it. Even if ya knew it. It ain't a game. Ya thinkin' about fame n fortune. Well, ya betta wake up from ya dream. Cuz dis is real. Dis is jail. Dis is lockdown. So unless you wanna black cock now, up ya ass ya betta go to class. Better pass. Stay off da street. Keep cool in da heat. I'm still da ghetto Illest. But ya gonna be in there wit all those killa's. Get in there you beta hope you don't drop da soap. Don't pick it up or ya feel somethin' stickin' up. Pain in ya ass. Ya get ya ass reamed, single or double teamed. Dat's trouble if ya know what I mean. (Instrumental Break - 5 seconds) Other than Indian n Muslim they probly got every race. I don't eva wanna be cooped up in dat place. Nothin' to do in prision. Jus jerkin n gizzin'. Readin' n writtin' raps. Doin' rhymes while they be gettin' it from behind. White boy when he went in. Platinum rapper when he came out. Datz what lock-up is about. They get shot up in da hood. They end up in there. Time passed out in another year. Gangsters itz Jail Time that's what they fear.

It'z Jail Time. It'z the Real Time. Dis is da real I'll Rhyme.

Yeah

It'z Jail Time. It'z the Real Time. Dis is da real I'll Rhyme.

Some people can't smile. Either cuz they retarded or cuz they on trial. Got convicted, they a suspect. Like me n jus regret, da crime they commit. Jus can't forget. Writtin' raps n rhymes n shit. To pass da time. Wanna get one hit. Dudes in jail get killed cuz they bitches. All snitches. If not they're an ass fucker, grass smoker. A fast joker. Now all they do is suck dick cuz a click, click Boom. They in there till they dead in their tomb. They jus be prayin' everay night, to got to sleep n wake up to see daylight. Hopin' they can survive n stay alive. All the time as they are suffering through the pain. Sun or rain. Got no one to blame but themself. Jus can't stand it. Them poor bitches be makin' wishes they had wealth. They know da state prizion ain't good fo' they health. Them gangsters jus hada steal n they couldn't make the bail n now they're stuck. For them it must suck, feelin' they're asses gettin' fucked. Shit dick. Some wanna lick it. Now in lock-up bitches be wearin' they socks up. N da bullies wanna fully ass rape. Usin' handcuffs n tape. Behind bars, can't even hear the cars. No traffic. No life. No bad shit. No wife. Got framed holdin' da knife. Some are from da streets. Some from da hood. Take a look around it ain't all good. Your under arrest. Grabbin' ya chest. You have the right to remain silent. Jus resort to being violent. Anything you do or say people judge you thinkin' ya gay. It can and will be used against you in the court of law. Slammin' you against the windshield breakin' ya jaw. Hands behind ya head, got guns pointed at chya. Any second you could be dead. Expectin' ya to get down on ya knees. Cuz they used to it in da penitentries. Beggin' da lord please. Ain't even seen G's since they been smokin' trees. They get screwed so rude in n out of all holes. Even smudged between fat rolls. No mo' black hoes. Jus gettn' in where itz supposed to come out. C'mon ya don't know what dis is about. Don't care if itz a sin. All they worried for is gettin' they shit pushed in. No need to be bendin' n breakin' laws. Testin' da police. After dis you'll be restin' in peace. But nobody's perfect. Some white boys n white lies. It ain't worth it. No more neckties. Wastin' a borin' year or more in there. Dang 3rd time. 3 hits in less than 10 months. Must be a dunce. Crunch. 2 different rides. 2 different collides. Burnin' out shiftin' gear. I don't care. Yeah violation of probation. Can't wait till vacation. Out in da real world now. I ain't gon' be seein' from da other side, in da cell. Getting' fucked up all the time like I'm in hell. Whaat! Not fo' me. Dis is a real line. Time for an ill rhyme. Jail Time but not fo' me.